Hunter of the Perished World

The group of three departs for a short distance, better than a scout. Of course, those who knew what these three could do would be bored to death just by the group of them.

It was only the Joint Chiefs and the Losers within the unit who knew of this operation as highly classified, of course. That's why most members of the Allied Forces didn't know what was going to happen, but only knew that the March is tomorrow.

Shoot me!

And with their eyes obscured by the rain, many didn't even know they were leaving. Of course there was no escort. Their situation will be communicated by Leona to Asura, so there is no problem with communication.

In fact, all-out war began the moment these three started.

However, it seemed that the whole area was just full of thunderstorms.

The distance to the Tabella Dam was about 50 kilometers, and these three would be a short way to get there.

Frey grumbles, his eyes wide with heavy rainfall.

“Is it really necessary to rain like this? ”

Not all three of them needed friendship, but it sure made the storm and the surroundings difficult.

“It's not a meteorological storm, it's just an anomaly. ”

“Is it still there? ”

“Yes."

Elizabeth was right about the sky being broken. The late rains were pouring tremendously, even though Asura and supernatural times did not use weathering. We needed rain to restrict our view anyway, and it wasn't bad because the dam was going to level up on its own.

I anticipated the rains to stop, so I was prepared to pour booze in the storm at any time.

“Let's move faster. ”

Jin began to run through the rainstorm, which was unbelievably fast compared to the beating of an ordinary person. Ramfil jumps to his feet, and Frey flies with his mind.

If we started feeding the crystal, the war itself would change.

An hour after they left the main camp, they were able to break through the rain and reach the dam. We still can't get a good look at the surroundings due to the storm, but this will keep their work out of the enemy's eyes.

As he approaches the dam's trail, he looks closely into the storm.

Even though it had collapsed, it would have been recognizable that there were traces of the dam just like any other ruins in the past.

But Gene sighed.

“Enemies aren't fools, after all. ”

“Why, what's going on? ”

Frey asked Ramphil, because he couldn't see through the rain. Ramfil could see the same thing as Gin.

“There are signs of a recent explosion. I think we may have done it ourselves. Maybe we destroyed it before. ”

The dam was completed without even a trace of the structure, and the trace was recent. Even if the dam collapsed, the basic structure would remain a little bit, and it would have to be based on handcrafting. If I had destroyed the base of the dam neatly, there was nothing I could do.

Jean sighed for a short time, as the damage to her allies could only get bigger.

The enemy's visionary designation was quite excellent.

“Too bad. Tell Leona that the operation is impractical... ”

“Wait a minute.”

Frey shakes his head at Jean's words.

“Clearly, your mind isn't strong enough. ”

“There's too much space to block. Even if you summon a dragon, you can't stop the whole river.... ”

“No, you can use the power of the foreign body. ”

Saying that, Frey's fingertips distort and stretch out like tentacles.

“It can cut or break chariot gloves. ”

Soon, Frey's tentacles were stronger than steel when hardened. And Frey was able to stretch his tentacles from his whole body without even having to stretch out of his hand.

Gin forgets her words for a moment, and Ramfil stares at her dazed figure. Despite knowing and experiencing the tentacles crawling out of Frey's body was quite unbearable for Rampil.

Frey laughs as if it were a good idea.

“If you don't have it, why not build it? ”

Frey was smiling in repentance as if he was going to make it all possible.

It's not just the enemy that doesn't know Frey's abilities, but even his allies don't know what he's capable of right now.

Frey, who recovered the power of the immortal, was able to extract the steel tentacles indefinitely.

“Tell me what a dam looks like, and I'll make it. ”

Gene has never built a dam, but he has seen quite a lot.

However, of course, he did not know what a tentacle dam should look like.

If there was still architecture in the world, innovation might have happened, but unfortunately, only Frey was the only two who could see the overwhelming landscape.

“If your tentacles were edible, the world's food problem would be essentially solved. ”

Jin mutters, dumbfounded, as if a cognitive dissonance had occurred, after a long time of seeing a surreal scene. The tentacles that protruded from Frey's body did not dissipate from the body.

Although it was thanks to the immortal's regenerative power, it was practically creating oil out of nothing.

“Even if I'm not interested in the extinction of humans, I don't intend to feed myself. ”

Of course, Frey's idea of giving tentacles to people in the world who are suffering from famine was not an ethical issue, but rather an issue of pride.

Making a dam out of tentacles was painful for Jin's head, but when you think about it, it wasn't that hard to approach it from the perspective that it was a very hard and strong rope that blocked the river.

Of course, it was not the stream that had to be stopped, but the Indus River, which was much wider than usual because of the rain.

Frey is on one side of the dam where they are standing, and hundreds of tentacles reach under his feet and tangle into the ground and plunge into a kind of pillar.

And Frey went straight across the mountain and did the same thing. Then tie the two columns together tentacles firmly. The simple repetition would create a huge tentacle wall that would block the water shaft.

It was a very simple and uncomplicated, simple, ignorant way.

Zin and Ramfil were literally about to fall into the snow, gazing at the miraculous signs of God.

Moreover, the tentacle wall was being built from above because the work was overlapping the tentacles connecting the pillars and the pillars and making the walls overlapping each other.

It's made from rooftops when you hit the house, so there's nothing to be frightened about.

The size of the walls that were made from above was roughly a hundred meters high. Since the pillar that substantially bears the water pressure is trapped in the mountain, the water level of the river will not collapse unless it breaks the mountain.

“Don't turn off the water completely. If the water level drops while it's raining like this, we might be able to raise the suspicion of our enemies. ”

“Got it.”

Frey nods at Gin's attention. The dam began to take shape, and it could not be called architecture, but at this rate, it was to be completed before nightfall.

“How are you holding up?"

“I don't think that's gonna work. ”

It was an overly serene response from the perspective of stopping hundreds of tons of water, but it was not Frey who withstood it, but the tentacles that Frey pulled out. The view of the dam through the mild rainfall seems quite plausible.

This should prevent enough water to be able to be hand-watered.

“Tell Asura to send more rain. We can't show this to the enemy scouts from now on. I'll keep an eye on the scouts approaching from the other side. Ramfil, you take this side. ”

“Sure."

Gene walked over the finished tentacle wall from the top to the other side of the river.

From now on, the booze of the whirlwind would be fully implemented, and even in a difficult situation, the enemies would not see the process of superhuman history being made. Of course, an enforcement-class cyborg might be able to see this through the water. But from now on, Ramfil and Gene will make a move to neutralize any scouts approaching this area.

In order to succeed in the raid of this filamentous plant oil, all witnesses who witness this raid preparation will be eliminated.

The enemy's judgment of anticipating the hand, destroying the dam, and then taking over the riverside was unquestionable.

However, Frey's ability to regain his strength was able to be applied to his allies at unpredictable levels.

You can expect someone to build a dam in one day.

Shoot me!

“It's pouring dirty. ”

Scout leader Gerazine, who passes through the storm, leads his troops grumbling. A member of the command, he was on a Northwestern reconnaissance mission at the Garrison.

“Those bastards like water so much! ”

Senior sergeant who was following me grumbled.

It rained hard enough that you wouldn't hear if you didn't scream, and even the cyborg bottles applied to the eyeball with thermal monitoring equipment were hard to assess.

“Because of our gunship! You got your ass kicked the other day, and this is proof that they were scared shitless! ”

“I feel strangely good thinking again! Damn it!”

In fact, the command couldn't have known that there was more severe rainfall in the climate than usual. Thus, rumors spread that the enemies had been atrophied by the previous guerrilla wars, causing the commander's morale to drop right now.

The story that the enemy went in and neutralized one of the enemy's most powerful Special Forces and defeated the enemy's main garrison was unmistakable.

Repeating defeat alone resulted in a significant victory and the enemy's special forces, who were the targets of fear, were killed. And there's been an update on your new equipment.

Pleasant revenge and a victory of justice. In that situation, they were holding out hope that they might soon be able to end this bloody war.

Most of the enemy's weapons don't work. In that situation, the allies have already finished the herpes. Enemies will be annihilated if only they can sharpen their weapons across the dreadful Red River.

The command, of course, unraveled information that would boost their morale.

Of course, the subordinates did not know about the two new Special Forces. The Commander's judgment was right, only fear can be weighed.

You cannot win without hope and hope.

Of course, it was a symbol of the terror of the enemy, but Lieutenant Gerazine was also outraged by the superiors who issued reconnaissance orders in the storm.

Enemies can't cross the river. And the vast lake on the north side of the front is not large enough to install bridges. It is unlikely that we will be able to divert further north, but there are naturally no more sentries there.

That's why he thought this reconnaissance was pointless, and that his superiors, who had given him instructions, were not here, but so was the case.

At the top, they continued to order reconnaissance for the location of the Tabella Dam, and every time there was nothing there.

What's the point of an all-out war now? He didn't know what the boss was worried about.

It was a cyborg, so even if the temperature drops in the rain, it doesn't become inactive, but it sucks.

The garrison was also a sea of water in the mud, so I had to live with the barracks on the scaffolding. Reconnaissance was boring and annoying enough to think that I wanted to go back to bed quickly.

Approach the Reconnaissance Point and make a large detour. No matter how much thermal equipment you have in this storm, you can't see it properly.

“What the hell is this, anyway...? ”

Bloody river. The infrared view doesn't look bloodshot right now, but I knew those drinks would go undead.

Command hasn't quite figured that out yet. Only that it was declared an unknown hazardous substance, and was simply ordered not to approach it unless it was about the mission.

However, everyone knew what it was, although not specifically.

It's some kind of terrible curse. It may or may not have been Asura, but everyone knows that this is the product of the curse.

It's just that the command doesn't accept that it's a curse and a spell. The pride of being able to characterize everything in the world with science is only getting closer to arrogance.

Having been under that spell several times, but not officially admitting it, has caused many of Wargrave's soldiers to fall into chaos.

After all, the implicit consent and the outward condemnation of the river have been used as advantages for some new allies.

And Gerazine, who was following the river, suddenly found something strange.

“... What is that? ”

“Anything? ”

“Hey, there's something... It's like a wall... ”

But it's a place where walls don't belong.

There were two mountains, a river flowing through them.

So there should be nothing on the river. But in the pouring rain, there was, clearly, a white wall in his vision.

But he didn't know what it was.

Qajik!

Suddenly, a figure shattered Gerazine's skull in fear of flying in.

“As expected, there are scouts. ”

The man in the black coat, who came through the rain, lunges again at the other frozen scouts.

“There is no selfishness. ”

Qajik!

One cyborg's fist was pierced through the chest in a row, without a chance to escape. An unidentified man, who took out the second man in an instant, rushes back to the other four scouts, who are preparing for battle.

For the last time,

All the scouts met the fate of the missing during the battle.